Luyện nghe bài hát Cusswords

So you motherfuckers
I was gonna my style?
So are you saying Todd?

To all you bitches, hoes, and all shit
Here's rap that I'm ready to spit
It goes this, my name is $hort
I'm tearin' shit up like never

Pimp slaps, makin'
cash money and Too $hort raps
Oakland, California that's where I'm
The city where the boys say you don't none

But if you do, I'm gonna you this
and vogues ain't really shit
Wanna so hard, all of the time
You and that bitch playin' Too rhymes

If you ask me, what it's all about, I'll say about that money
But if you ask me, could you have some, I'll say it doesn't me
Ronald Reagan up to me and said, "Do you have the answer
To the U.S. and a cure for cancer?"

I said, what are you in the White House
If not sellin' cocaine?
Ask your wife, Nancy Reagan, I know she'll spit game
Like one night, she came to my house, and gave me a job
She my dick, up and down, like it was corn on the cob

What is life? Life is Too
I play the bitches like it's a
Yeah, play the bitches just like y'all
Like Dr. J basketball

You can call me Too, don't say it
You'll get me real mad and I'll fuck wife
You see I'm not proper, I'm polite
Too $hort, Too $hort, say it tonight, bitch

It started on a morning in 1987
I was in my drop to Caddy y'all gettin' sucked by a bitch named
Nasty bitches, around the world, I wrote this for you
You might not like my rap, but I'm tellin' you it's true

So much in the Oakland streets
Am I gonna live till week?
Will I get shot by a dope
Tryin' to get high, tryin' to my ring

I really can't say, 'cause I don't why
out here droppin' dead like flies
I used to see a boy givin' five
Now I say, "Man, still alive?"

as hell, the town I'm from
Won't last too long when you're fakin' the
I'm the rapper, so unique
Clap my when I want my freak

You deny it, you know I'm right
I any rapper out when I'm on the mic
And I won't kick back, or
he knows I'm the best at the MC rap

Till he Too $hort, set the track
They got him caught up in my cap
Motherfucker can't straight game on the mic
'Cause he's worse than a fag or a dike

a sucker MC, I call him punk
Tryin' to spit that rap, you can scratch that
You little punk-ass boy, wouldn't to me
Think I'm fakin' but I'm takin' all you MC's
To the end of the world and push you
Good luck couldn't find you in a leaf clover

If I ever a rap, tryin' to cap on you
I wouldn't even sweat it you'll be through
Lookin' so far up, you might down
Gettin' clowned by the from east Oaktown

And the look in your face you're lickin' that tooth
Could make a grown man die, at you
'Cause you're a, no rappin', no
Played out fake ass Simple

I never understood one you said
But you're swearin' up and that you're killin' 'em dead
There's only one thing, I wanted to
Sucker motherfucker, where's the

I'm the of players, just call me Pop
My name is Too $hort, no I stop
I just stop mackin', don't stop cappin'
Don't stop now you see what happens

Your is gone, your crew just cut
Sucker MC I'll you what
Your rhymes are weak, rap the same
And when it comes to game, you are

Never heard of Too $hort baby
Hit Oakland in
Singin' mo' raps than a rap rhyme
Tellin' MC's don't waste my time

a girl I know her name is Betty
Straight to the head rock it steady
She's so she'll juice you up
All the home boys just can't get

She's a Ph.D., don't even
In the back that goin', top, top, top
I won't say white girl, won't say she's
She's the kind of girl that make your knees go

the beat, rock with me
Let me you what I be
I'm a MC rapper, a MC
A big roller and a cold, cold capper

Hey baby, I got rhyme
It's not gonna stop the end of time
Like rock and roll I'll play song
To the beat all day and all long

So up, to what I'm sayin'
I'm a Oaktown mack, I ain't playin'
To all the home boys time in the pen
Gonna rock beat for you once again

If you get out and you're mad as hell
Say bitch, now make it for real
I'ma tear up, if I get the chance
I could give a fuck less if you're don't dance
See I'm a big mack now, I'm so
I was born and raised in the State

Call me T O O, if you say
I'ma rap my ass off till you give me some
Big bank, now just make me
Bitch bitch bitch make me rich

Check out my style, baby I don't
I heard this say, "That's the shit"
He took the cake, fucked the
Too $hort baby damn sure fake

But the MC's are screamin' loud
Sayin' Sir Too $hort, shut your
How can you talk about me, and me weak
When your father smokes and you mother's a freak

So I on rappin', if nothin' else
Keep your thoughts to yourself
Bitch and bitch, he's a MC
Ain't sayin' nothin' but he's the mic
Fuck with me, and boy doomed
I a trick with a hoe to the motel room

I'm the coldest MC on a microphone
Like a 357 pointed at your
I got cap for cap, you never
So again with cusswords

shit, fuckin' with me
Fuck a skank bitch and a MC
All you got the claps
And fuck you punk 'cause you can't rap

Cusswords, let 'em know
shit, goddamn ass hoe
Cusswords, just quit
Motherfuck you damn bitch

Too $hort, on the mic, and it don't stop
And it don't stop, and it won't stop,
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